Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

Although there had been speculations for a long time, when Euron really said such words, Earl Paxter still felt a burst of disbelief.

"You want to give this dragon to me?"

"That's right."

Although there were countless doubts in his heart, Earl Paxter still couldn't help his heart beating wildly.

This is a giant dragon!

Who can resist the temptation of a giant dragon.

Taking a few deep breaths, Earl Paxter forced himself to calm down:

"Why?"

Euron laughed loudly: "As your son-in-law, do you need a reason to give you a gift?"

Earl Paxter couldn't help looking at the dragon in the pit again.

It also saw the two people above, opened its huge mouth suddenly, and sprayed out a spear of fire.

Earl Paxter couldn't help taking two steps back. With the dazzling firelight, he noticed that the dragon's feet were tied by thick iron chains.

"You can't control the dragon." He thought he finally understood why Euron had sent the dragon.

"Yes." Euron admitted frankly, "I believe that you may have a way."

What can I do. Earl Paxter secretly slandered, he was not a Targaryen, so how could he know how to tame a dragon.

But at this time, he couldn't say no.

He even started thinking about what better name to give this dragon.

Should he use Gilbert's name to commemorate the ancestors of the Redwyne family, or use the name of his most beloved grandfather, Runseford?

"Okay, I accept your gift." Earl Paxter said.

"Fine." Euron laughed.

In the next second, he kicked his father-in-law down a deep pit.

"No!"

Lord Paxter screamed.

He fell to the bottom of the pit and was covered by ashes that covered the sky and the ground. The dragon spread out in the pit like a giant snake, its wings creaked, and it blew a manic and hot wind.

"Accept my gift well, my lord father-in-law." Euron above laughed wildly.

"Why?" Earl Paxter scrambled and crawled away from the dragon behind him, "We have a common enemy, and we can obviously cooperate...ah!"

There was a sharp pain in his left leg, and Earl Paxter knew that one of his legs was gone.

"Help me! Save me!" he wailed, "What do you want? I can give it to you!"

"I want the whole world to surrender at my feet!" Euron was still laughing wildly.

"Crazy!" cried Lord Paxter. "Greyjoys are a bunch of crazy!"

"Yeah, we're all lunatics!" Euron smiled instead of anger, leaning forward and back, out of breath, "And I'm the craziest one!"

A dazzling red-gold flame lit up at the bottom of the pit, and Earl Paxter became a blackened mass of flesh.

The magic dragon tore off most of the human head, and while swallowing, continued to breathe fire and roast the corpse on the ground.

Euron was still laughing wildly, until the dragon had finished his meal and roared at him with a terrific roar.

It tried to fly, but was pulled back to the bottom of the pit by the chain.

Euron finally stopped smiling, patted the ashes on his clothes, turned and left.

When he returned to the banquet hall, he seemed to have just relieved his hand just now, and there was no trace of abnormality on his face.

Desmela came up to meet her, took her husband's hand, and asked:

"Where's my father?"

"He is enjoying my big gift."

"Oh." Desmela doubted him, "What about my gift?"

"Don't worry, it will be your turn soon." Euron led his wife towards the high platform.

There were noisy drunks everywhere along the way, and ironmen leaders were dancing with the noble ladies of the Redwyne family. There was unconcealable reluctance in their eyes, but they dared not refuse.

The accompaniment music was extremely bad, almost out of tune, and all the people in the Arbor Island cursed in their hearts that the barbarians of the Iron Islands didn't know how to play.

In fact, even Asha couldn't stand the bad music, and cried out to her uncle:

"Euron, get your musician shit out of here! I want silence!"

Euron ignored her and led his wife up the dais.

He raised his wine glass and took a big gulp, then fed it to Desmela.

The girl took it with a smile, and just took a sip, but the man took the cup away again.

The glass hit her teeth, and Desmera shook her husband's arm dissatisfied.

But Euron ignored her, the man who was gentle and considerate just now seemed to have changed his appearance suddenly.

I saw him slamming the wine glass to the ground, making a loud bang.

The splashed wine made several noble ladies of Qingting Island exclaim.

And the terrible music suddenly stopped.

Asha looked at her uncle in surprise, not knowing what he was going crazy again.

At the same time, she also sensitively noticed that the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn, and cold eyes wandered through the crowd like poisonous snakes.

In the next second, Asha's arm was grabbed by Aeron, and she quickly retreated towards the wall.

Just as she was about to ask a question, she saw those extremely incompetent musicians take out bows and crossbows from under the chairs!

No wonder they played so badly, they weren't musicians at all, they were bowmen!

whoosh whoosh—

Arrows shot out like a rainstorm.

There were screams in the hall.

Asha kicked the table over, blocking herself and her uncle Aeron.

After a round of arrow rain, more than half of the people on Qingting Island have fallen.

"Euron! What are you doing!"

"Why did you kill us!"

"Aren't we allies!"

Euron sat high on the stage, looking at the scene below with a smile. The wife next to her was already frightened and stupid, and now she forgot to question her.

Euron sneered. "Who are your allies now? The Ironborn never needed allies, we only needed slaves. Kill them all."

He shouted loudly: "Kill Redwyne, and the Arbor Island will be ours!"

"Kill Redwyne!" The ironmen screamed strangely, and they took out the short knives and daggers they had hidden long ago, and joined in the bloody massacre.

"No!" Desmela seemed to have finally come to her senses, knelt at her husband's feet, and begged, "Please, don't!"

But the howling, screaming and metal clashing drowned out her prayers.

Arrows are flying, swords are slashing, blood is flowing... This is a premeditated massacre.

Asha noticed that the Ironmen leaders had obviously been informed by Euron that they had hidden swords and wore armor under their clothes, so killing the unprepared Qingting Islanders at this moment was really like killing chickens.

But what made her nervous was that she and her uncle Aeron had apparently not been informed in advance.

Did Euron want to kill them too?

poof.

An Arbor knight fell beside her.

Asha quickly pulled out the dagger from his chest, held it tightly in her hand, and watched Euron on the high platform vigilantly.

The massacre continued, and the blood mixed with the wine flowed all over the place.

The screams gradually subsided until they turned into weak whimpers.

The ironborn leaders laughed and stepped forward to make up the knife.

Fortunately, they didn't care about Asha and Aeron.

"Euron, you violated the guest rights!" Aeron scolded, standing up. "The Drowned God will curse you!"

"Let him come," Euron replied nonchalantly.

Asha tugged at Laelon's sleeve, reminding him not to speak harshly to Euron.

But Aeron ignored his niece at all, and spoke again, and said to the ironborn leaders:

"Are you willing to follow such a king? A blasphemer who has no reputation, no glory, and no bottom line?"

Euron laughed and rose from his seat.

Desmela hugged his leg, but he kicked it away.

"Iron, I just want to let you know that the so-called gods, the so-called glory, and the so-called moral rules are all lies to deceive the world!

In this world, only gold is real!

Westeros is dying, and gold flows from it like blood.

Qingting Island is just the first wound, I will lead you to have a drink! "

"Drink it! Drink it! Drink it!" the ironborn leaders shouted, holding up their bloody swords.

Aeron felt chills all over his body, unspeakably terrified.

O gods, Euron is leading us to destruction.

Who will save the Iron Islands?

The cries in his ears and the strong smell of blood overwhelmed him like sea water, making him unable to breathe.